 | 1866 - 924 strani
...host, Shadows of life, whose very soul is lost. And yet I am — I live — though I am toss'd jato the nothingness of scorn and noise, Into the living...dream, Where there is neither sense of life, nor joys, But the huge shipwreck of my own esteem And all that's dear. Even those I loved the best Arc strange... | |
 | 1864 - 640 strani
...host. Like shades in Love's and Death's oblivion tossed, And yet I am, and live with shadows lost. " Into the nothingness of scorn and noise, Into the living sea of waking dreams, Where there is neither sense of life nor joys. But the vast shipwreck of my life's esteems,... | |
 | Frederick Martin - 1865 - 320 strani
...self-consumer of my woes, They rise and vanish, an oblivious host, Shadows of life, whose very soul is lost. And yet I am — I live — though I am toss'd Into...dream, Where there is neither sense of life, nor joys, But the huge shipwreck of my own esteem And all that's dear. Even those I loved the best Are strange... | |
 | 1867 - 612 strani
...host, Sliadows of life, whose very soûl ist lost. And yet I ami — 1 live — tliough 1 am tossed Into the nothingness of scorn and noise, Into the...dream, Where there is neither sense of life, nor joys, But ihe huge shipwreek of my own esteem And ail that's dear. Eventhose I loved the best Are strange-nay... | |
 | Edwin Paxton Hood - 1870 - 552 strani
...self-consumer of my woes, They rise and vanish, an oblivious host, Shadows of life, whose very soul is lost. And yet I am — I live — though I am toss'd Into...dream, Where there is neither sense of life, nor joys, But the huge shipwreck of my own esteem And all that's dear. Even those I loved the best Are strange... | |
 | Spencer Timothy Hall - 1870 - 424 strani
...self-consumer of my woes, They rise and vanish an oblivious host, Shadows of life, whose very soul is lost. And yet I am — I live — though I am toss'd Into...waking dream, Where there is neither sense of life, nor joya, But the huge shipwreck of my own esteem • And all that's dear. Even those I loved the best... | |
 | John Clare, John Law Cherry - 1873 - 388 strani
...self-consumer of my woes, They rise and vanish, an oblivious host, Shadows of life, whose very soul is lost. And yet I am — I live — though I am toss'd. Into...dream, Where there is neither sense of life, nor joys. But the huge shipwreck of my own esteem And all that's dear. Even those I loved the best Are strange-... | |
 | John Clare, John Law Cherry - 1873 - 372 strani
...woes, They rise and vanish, an oblivious host, Shadows of life, whose very soul is lost. And yet 1 am — I live — though I am toss'd. Into the nothingness...dream, Where there is neither sense of life, nor joys, But the huge shipwreck of my own esteem And all that's dear. Even those I loved the best Are strange... | |
 | Spencer Timothy Hall - 1873 - 478 strani
...self-consumer of my woes, They rise nnd vanish an oblivious host, Shadows of life, whose very sonl is lost. And yet I am— I live — though I am toss'd Into...of scorn and noise, Into the living sea of waking dreamf Where there is neither sense of life, nor joys. But the huge shipwreck of my own esteem And... | |
 | 1878 - 368 strani
...host, Like shades in love and death's oblivion tost ; And yet I am — and live with shadows lost. Into the nothingness of scorn and noise, Into the living sea of waking dreams, Where there is neither sense of life nor joys, But the vast shipwreck of my life's esteems,... | |
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I AM: yet what I am none cares or knows, My friends forsake me like a memory lost ; I am the self-consumer of my woes... 
